If I have some fun in the meantime…After a cursory inspection with her hand, Miquela confirmed that Sette had all the parts beneath her dress that one expected. Not that she had any doubt that she would be delighted by what she found, regardless.And if she has some fun…
“I’m going to the bathroom…” Sette whispered while slowly scooching out of the booth with her clutch. “I’ll be ready to go when I’m back.”
Miquela was already paying the check.
Chapter 2
Sette
She was in an illusory haze as she rode in the passenger seat of Miquela’s car, a sleek, sporty thing that Sette could not name to save her life.I know Audis. This is not an Audi.She also knew Porsche, because that was one of her father’s few spoils for himself. That and the house in the Hamptons, which Sette hadn’t visited in over two years.To think, that was where I truly got started with my scenic painting…
Nobody had wanted a picture of an early Hamptons sunrise. They wanted June, nude.
Shit.
“Everything okay?” Miquela turned onto another street after glancing in Sette’s direction.
“No.” Sette brought herself back to the present, where she was simply doing what her (perceived) girlfriend told her to do. “Just thinking.”
“Hopefully about nice things.”
“Was thinking about this car.”
“Well, that’s a very nice thing, isn’t it?”
They parked in an underground garage beneath one of the newly renovated residential condominiums by the river. It reminded Sette of Zara’s place, which was only a couple of blocks away.I’ve never lived in a high-rise.A homebody like her wanted no close-in neighbors. The townhouse didn’t count.This would definitely count.Yet in the garage, where Miquela parked in a spot marked for her, Sette pretended they were beneath the movie theater or a shopping center.
“What is it?” Miquela asked after shutting off her engine. She left her hand on the center console, gesturing for Sette to say what was on her mind.
She said the first thing to come to her tipsy brain. “I should warn you. I’m not very docile once things get heated.”
“Oh?”
“No. I’m… okay, so I’m used to being in charge, actually.”
Miquela’s brows danced up her forehead. “Hm.”
“That’s it?Hm?”
“You do have this rigid side to you. I can work with that.”
“Yeah, well, it’s pretty obvious you like to be on top…”
“Let me share something with you that I usually don’t tell girls until they’re actually all the way in my room…” Miquela removed her seatbelt and leaned in toward Sette. The driver-side door clicked open. “I like whatever position I find myself in with the right woman.”
Sette knew she was blushing, but she didn’t have much time to unbuckle her own seatbelt and get out. And once she was in a grungy parking garage, she couldn’t think of anything but getting into the elevator. With Miquela, of course.
Once the doors closed and it was clear they had a couple of minutes until they reached the top floors, Miquela pulled Sette close and kissed her against the elevator wall.
I said what I said.
The moment was cut short when Sette’s metal hair clasp clanked against the wall. After her teeth were done rattling and Miquela finished apologizing, the doors opened, and the one followed the other down a long hallway.
The lights were left off as they stepped inside, Sette’s heels clicking against hardwood as her clutch brushed against a credenza in the entryway. Miquela removed her shoes, prompting Sette to do the same. When Miquela also took off her jacket and hung it in a concealed closet, Sette was compelled to leave her clutch on the credenza and remove her jacket as well.
Miquela hung it on the back of the front door. She then turned around and wrapped her arms around Sette from behind, mouth heavy on the back of the neck.
Well, here we go, I guess.
